A clap of thunder reverberates through the giant mess hall, making even the most seasoned adventurers jump. In the middle stands the newcomer, standing about 5', wearing a gray cloak and a cane he hobbles his way to the message board. Each step taking what seems like days, His cloak spreading out the pools of blood coming from (what you just realize) his amputated leg. He finally makes it to the board, presses his bloody hand to the board and leaves his message. A sigh escapes him, and *blip* he is gone. The message reads "URGENT! TOWN OF PROXY IS EXPERIENCING A KIDNAPPING AND MURDER SPREE! PLEASE SEND HELP!"
